standing still
You turn away from me in the dark again, I roll over onto my side and try to hold what's inside, keep it from spilling out. It's true, you can't compete with a dead girl, and no, I don't think you should try. But don't you dare blame her for this, don't tell me that this is because it's always been her. You've been turning away for months and months now, and I've tried to be patient..I've waited, I've quieted my own desires so you wouldn't have to feel what I carry with me. I was your first, and I know that means something, (i'm just not sure what) but I don't think it's enough to keep us here. You don't want me anymore but you won't let me go.